”“What are we going to tell the team, Rick? You know we’ll have to tell them something. We owe it to them.”“Let me think on it. I’ll come ...p with something. I don’t want to give them false hope, but I do want to keep our team’s hope alive. We sure don’t need to breathe a word about the speculation of us consolidating with Mason County before next fall.”“Dalton, have you stopped to realize what that would do to our school, if and when it does happen?”“I sure have. It would create a Class 6-A. After about 10 minutes, and a lot of encouragement from Aunt Mary I had her pussy looking like a man with 5 o’clock shadow.Aunt Mary said that it still felt too prickly to her and a razor would now be in order. Aunt Mary rolled off the towel and headed for the bathroom. I marveled at all of the hair she had left on that towel. I quickly folded the towel up and put it in the corner of my closet. This was going to come in useful for some good jack off times or bragging rights in the future.As I. Go back there and look under that tarp."Angie walked to the very back of the adobe barn where she lifted the corner of a dust covered tarp, "Oh Scott! It's beautiful. How old is it?" It was made in 1885 in England and came first by sea to Galveston and then by rail to here." Are these the only horse drawn vehicles you have?" No, there's a buckboard and another work wagon over in the hay barn."With the mules hitched Scott lifted the petite Angie up on the wagon seat. Climbing up beside her he. Steve had switched a fan on in the corner of the room. It blew my hair a little from my face as I bent over. I could feel my pussy becoming cooler from the breeze and I closed my eyes as I relished in the feeling. Click…click…click…went the camera. “Beautiful Melissa, now open your eyes and look into the camera for me,” he instructed. I opened my eyes knowing that he was looking at my hairless pussy nestled between my milky thighs. My hair blowing backwards slightly and my dress flowing in the.